The Result of Love

Thu, 06/01/2017 - 13:25 -- BiancaB

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What I do not understand

What I do not comprehend

And what I do not recommend

Is the practice of love

 

Because what can love give you

Because who wants to be sad and blue

Because who knows if it's really true

The practice of love

 

There was a time when I did love

But my heart she did shove

My trust she stole while wearing a glove

And that is why for her I send no remorse

 

Do I miss the gold hair?

Do I miss the skin colored fair?

Do I miss the flawlessly skin, the only thing it seemed she gave a care?

Why of course

 

I stroked the hair of a goddess

I kissed the flesh of the beautiful mistress

I hugged the body and it removed my loneliness

But what did I get in return

 

No care

Just hate I was given to bare

Not treated fair

Was I when I tried to practice love

 

She will lie and say it was not so

She will argue that I treated her heart as tough bread dough

She will complain that it was I who squashed her mind like it a rock against a toe

All lies

 

Rapunzel never practiced love when it came to me

She tortured me black and blue

She ripped me into two

Rapunzel was her own witch

 

But her being so is partly my fault

I admit I played a part

I admit her removal from sanity, her depart

I am to blame

 

I never realized I only made her hair longer

I never realized I only made her looks better

I never realized I trapped Rapunzel in her tower

 

Because when I practiced love, I really practiced lust.  

 

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